The morning found both the girls still needing to do their homework. Tension was high between them as they sat with their backs to each other.
The more she thought of it, the more frustrated Heather became with herself. She had pushed away the only perons who truly knew her. There was no need to hid any aspect of her personality from Peanut. After all sometimes it seemed Peanut knew her better than Heather herself. She made up her mind to make ammeds when they got home from school.
"Hey Pea. bout last night...um..."
"Don't bother. I get it, not your type. Damage done. Moving On"
"No! Maker no! That's not was I was getting at, like, at all! Matter of fact, I kinda want to make it up to you"
Oh yeah? Alright, I'll give you a chance. But I don't trust you not to change your mind again! Just don't lead me on this time, k?"
So the girls headed out for a date, leaving an oblivious Sebastian to finish off his homework. Heather knew she would have to work had to prove her intentions were pure to Peanut. It hurt her heart to know Peanut no longer trusted her completely, but she was willing to do what needed to be done.
First up, a movie. As Heather led the way, she hoped some alone time in the dark would speed up the healing process.
By the looks of things, it won’t be that easy.
Heather put their time in the theatre to good use. As they sat in the darkened room, she gently took Peanuts hand. Peanut looked up at her, a mixture of suspicion and delight on her face. Wordlessly Heather moved closer to her date and kissed her gently. As the movie started both girls turned to face the screen, but neither released the others hand.
After the movie let out, the girls decided to head to the bistro for a quick bite to eat. Curfew was fast approaching and they knew they would have to be fast, but they were in no hurry to loose the magic they had found that night.
They both sat silently during the drive home, lost in their own thoughts. While Peanut was still in conflict about what was to come, Heather was surprisingly single minded.
While Peanut did not shy away from Heathers kiss, she was still worried that soon enough, she would change her mind again. She turned to Crimson looking for some advice and support, and at first that was exactly what she received.
However when she tried to take some physical comfort from her, Crimson pushed her away.
Peanut headed up the stairs for bed depressed, confused and feeling completely alone in the world. Crimson shook her head at the retreating figure and headed out to the back yard to let off some steam. It was there that Hank found her.
"Crim? What do you think about painting the bathroom blue?" he asked tentatively
"Why, what's wrong with the red?" She snapped. Her patience was thinning every day. It seemed like Hank was never home anymore, and when he was all he did was sulk.
As she wheeled around to face her husband, she drew back in surprise. This was the first time she had seen his new look and she wasn't really impressed.
"Hank? What the HELL have you done to yourself? You look like a fool!"
"Aww there ya go, being all overdramatic again. Come here and give me a kiss baby"
"Not till you shave off that mountain man beard Hank Rayne! Honest to Maker! Do you have no clue how ridiculous you look?"
It was at her final words that Hank felt himself snap. He looked at the ground for a minute to collect himself, and when he at last looked up again, Crimson could see the rage in his eyes. He took a deep breath and began to speak, softly and callously “Your one cold hearted bitch, you know that Crimson? I’m pretty sure that ‘heart’ of your is just a slab of ice”
His words stung Crimson as though he had slapped her. She thought back to a long ago nightmare as Hank walked away. It was happening. Her husband was changing into somebody she hardly knew, and Crimson did not know how to get back the wonderful man she adored. As Hank stalked back into the house, Crimson turned to the sprinklers to relieve her troubled thoughts.
And in a room not too far away, Peanut finally found the consolation her broken heart she had been seeking all along.
When Hank at last awoke he was sadly not back to his old self. Or at least not the old self Crimson had prayed for. He said nothing to her as he left the house to go meet up with an old flame.
Yep, Pauline Wan again. And this time Hank had no thought towards discretion. He didn’t care if Crimson found out
He didn’t care who found out.
Very shortly, Hank realized the passion he had for Pauline was too intense for a public park, so he lustily whispered into her ear that it was time to go back to her place. That was all the temptress needed to hear. She grabbed Hank by the hand and practically dragged him back to her lair.
Things calmed down at last and Heather and Crimson settled into an old favourite past time of theirs. As they sat at the chess table though, Crimson couldn’t help but look at her watch and wonder where Hank was. She felt horrible about the way she had talked to him last night, even though she still hurt from what he had said to her. She had planned to talk to him tonight, to make things right like she always had before.
It was for the best she didn’t know what her husband was up to.
He crept out from the house once Crimson had drifted off to sleep. Today was her life stage day, and Hank was rather hoping she too would go through a Midlife Crisis. If she did than perhaps she too would want what Hank desired most of all, freedom from the sham that their marriage had become. He headed out now to add some more fuel to the already smoldering rubble that was their union.
"Who do you think you are, you son of a bi*ch, laying your filthy hands on me!" she hissed, surprised by the venom in her own voice.
"Crim, baby, c'mon. We can talk about this. I just needed you to know that..."
"So I could know what? That the man I married, the man I GAVE MY YOUTH TO had stabbed me in the heart while I sat home pining for him? Got the message loud and clear. And don't fraking 'crim baby' me!
"Would you listen to yourself?"
"I'm Crimson, I'm so fraking good and perfect. Oh except for when I'm robbing people blind or nagging my husband to death, but let's not mention that."
"I'm sorry Hank, but being a criminal is a little different than being a cheating man WHORE!"
"Ya know what? That's it! THIS MARRIAGE IS OVER! I'VE HAD IT" he bellowed in Crimson's face.
"Hank. Bay. You don't mean that" she said despairingly.
"I mean it more than I meant that Crap I said on our wedding day. We are done! Marriage Over!"
"I think it's best you left, Hank".
As she watched him start to stand, she felt a rush of bile in the back of her mouth and fled for the bathroom. It wouldn't have surprised crimson if she was sick from all that had happened, from the stress of it all. But as she spun into her comfortable maternity sweater, she knew that was not the case. Crimson was pregnant again. Pregnant by the man who was walking out the door as she sobbed on the bathroom floor.